Forced to Get Off Bed

13. Fainted!

Zeya got off Zega's motorbike when the man's motorbike was parked in the campus courtyard. Zeya took off the helmet on his head.

“Still yes,” says Zeya.

“Don't say thank you now, because later right, want to be escorted home,” said Zega while chuckling.

Zeya chuckled amusedly. Then the two of them stepped together towards the classroom.

“Hei... hey... heiii!!” Suddenly Jerry appears in the middle of them and pushes his second body. “Why can you go together? Isn't that the guy who asked you for help at the time, Zey? Lo inget, right? Want to zolongi him?” Jerry became excited himself.

“Why the hell, lo? This is your business huh?” Zega looks upset.

“Obviously my business, lah. I'm a friend, Zeya.”

“What friends? Elo who has leaked to all students if I am his brother-in-law Mr. Digta.” Now Zeya glared at Jerry.

The curly-haired man scratched his head. “Yes, if that's the case I'd like to say, Zey. I promise not to repeat the same mistake again, deh.”

“Basi!” Zeya pushed Jerry's chest and took a step first.

Zega laughed sneeringly, then followed Zeya's footsteps from behind.

They entered the class and sat close to each other. Among the other classmates, perhaps Zeya, Jerry and Zega are the youngest among the others. Because his classmates are on average already about twenty-seven tons and above.

As long as Melani was the opening lecturer this morning, the class looked safe. Although how to teach it boring and make Zeya sleepy heavy.

For the next class, it was immediately replaced by the Digta class. Well, just now Digta stepped in. The classroom atmosphere was suddenly silent and silent.

No one dared to open their voice despite the coughing sound though.

“On the morning of noon,” greeted Digta stepped towards the table and placed his books on the table bag.

“Morning by noon, Sir,” replied the students.

“Already on have the corresponding book I requested yesterday?” Digta asked as he sat in the corner of his desk.

Everyone started to take out their books. No exception, Jerry and Zega.

While Zeya just stared dumbly. Since when did Digta make this announcement?

“Have all yes?” Ask Digta again.

Everyone answered. “Already, Sir.”

“Ga, when did Mr Digta tell me to buy this book?” Zeya pointed to Zega's book.

“Udah two days ago in class group, Zey,” replied Zega. “You don't see group?”

Zeya was silent for a moment. “Where to see a group, two days that my phone is broken.” Zeya pout.

Finish the story this time.

“Loh, you should ask directly with Mr. Digta. You and him, one house.”

“You alone, you know. Mr. Digta and I have never talked. How do you want it?”

“He should have told you yes, Zey.”

“I told you, we never talked, you know!”

“Hey, who else is chatting it?” Digta's voice boomed. He straightened up while looking at the back seat.

Everyone looked towards Zeya and Zega. They immediately changed their attitude to be calmer.

“You...” Digta pointed at Zeya with his marker.

“S-me, Sir?” Zey pointed at herself.

“Iya, you. I am talking to the wall. What are you obrolin with him?” Digta also pointed at Zega with his marker.

“Ng—s - I just have a book problem, sir. Because I don't have the book.”

Digta's face grew more and more demon-like, as the man stood while cross-sectioned, and the jaw hardened.

“You didn't bring a book?” Digta stepped closer to Zeya. “How dare you not bring a book in my college eyes!” Digta hit Zeya's desk. “What's your name?” Ask the guy cold.

Zeya looked up and frowned. What the fuck? Why did Digta have to ask Zeya's name? Didn't she think Zeya was around all this time?

“Z-zeya, Sir,” replied Zeya finally nervously.

“OK, Zeya. Can it stand?” Digta started ngaco.

“Ha?”

“Can stand no, you!” Jerk Digta with a loud voice.

“B-can, Sir.”

“Then, please get out of my room. And don't come back.”

Both of Zeya's eyebrows shot up. “I issued?”

“I rate you E. So, please repeat back in next semester.”

“What?”

Digta was about to flip the body away. But, how dare Zega stand up from sitting down. “Pak, sorry, this is Zeya's book. I borrowed it since.”

Digta looked back at them.

“You can't get in the eyes of my lecture on Legal Theory. You want to get out of my class again? Means you have got two E values,” said Digta firmly.

“Iya, Sir.” Zega just replied resignedly.

“No, Sir. This isn't my book, this is Zega's. I have no book at all. Because my phone was damaged yesterday, so I don't know any notifications in the mobile group, Sir.” Zeya pushed Zega's book.

Digta grinned amusedly. “What drama do you want to play in front of me? Why are both so heroic?” Digta stuffed both hands into his pants pocket. “Already, you two get out of my room and please repeat back in the next semester.”

So said Digta clearly and firmly.

“Good, Sir.” Zega with a sinless face and guilt immediately clasped Zeya's hand and took the woman away.

Digta just stared at the scene cynically. They could play an Indian drama in front of Digta.

“Zega, what are you doing, anyway?” Zeya asked in disbelief after they made it out of the classroom.

“What's wrong, Zey? I'm also fed up of being in her class,” Zega said indifferently.

“So what is my fate and yours? We can't go back to college next semester.”

“Loh, what's impossible? Next semester, we'll find another teacher. Don't get stuck with him again.”

“Mana can.” Zeya wants to cry. The woman rubbed a frustrated face. “Pusing deh me if this is how.”

“So relax. Lecturer Songon so don't give the stage. So big head right, he.”

Zeya let out a heavy sigh.

“Where, if I take you for a walk?”

Well, for what else they were on campus when the killer lecturer kicked them out blatantly.

Zey seemed to think long. Before agreeing to Zega's invitation. “Yasudah. Hayuk!”

***

It was six in the afternoon, but Ambar only saw Digta get off the car by himself.

“Hai, dear,” greet Digta while kissing Ambar's forehead and giving his briefcase to Ambar.

“Loh, Which Zeya, Mas?” Ambar continues to search for the whereabouts of Zeya— who knows nyempil in Digta's car.

“He is not there,” Digta said as he walked into the house.

“How are you, Mas?” Ambar followed her husband's steps.

“So early this morning, he was going with his friend. Should, go home also with his friend, dong,” said Digta casually. The man continued to walk until he entered the room.

“Not that I've asked you to help watch over Zeya huh, Mas?”

“Ambar, dear.” Digta unbuttoned his shirt. “Your sister is not a child anymore. And I've got a lot more important work to do than keep an eye on your sister.”

“Mas, I don't want Zeya to date another man.”

“Loh, why? Leave it alone.”

Ambar sat in the corner of the bed. Ambar does not want Zeya to fall into the hands of other men, because Zeya must live happily with Digta.

“Just don't want!” Ambar Dongkol.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of Zega's motorbike was heard close to the courtyard of his house.

“Tuh, your sister is home.” Digta was poking out the door.

Ambar let out a heavy sigh before exiting the room and meeting with Zeya in the living room.

“Where have you been, hit so recently home?” Ambar ruffled waist.

“His playing same temen.”

“Till afternoon like this?” Ambar is increasingly unable to control his emotions.

Make Zeya's eyebrows knit. “Loh, why, Mba anyway? Is something wrong?”

“Clearly wrong, dong! Mba does not like you to be confused, especially with foreign men.”

“Yes, Mba. I am an adult.”

“But, you shouldn't just leave!” Ambar's yelling is getting upset.

Zeya had never seen Ambar this angry. Make the emotions follow Zeya uncontrolled.

“Should have, Mba Ambar asked with husband Mba Ambar. Why did he leave his students out of class? Where given the value of E and told to repeat the next semester again. Crazy times yes, he!”

“Dragon your mouth, Zeya! Also, Mas Digta is your brother-in-law. You have to keep your word.”

“Did he ever keep his attitude in front of me? At least, be nice for a second. Never, right? So, Mba Ambar don't ever interfere about my personal matters again. Where do I go to the cake, who's the cake with. That's my business, Mba. Because I'm an adult!” Zeya rose black and it was hard to hold back the emotions as her eyes turned red. Because she was already very upset with the attitude of her brother's husband.

THUMPED UP!

Ambar's body suddenly fell to the floor.

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